"I finally waited for support." Rommel nodded with satisfaction as he looked at the batch of supplies he had been transported. He didn't seem to have to go back to Matru to replenish supplies.

In this way, he also saved a lot of gasoline and could be used for subsequent counterattacks. The Italian soldiers who arrived here first realized that they had just accompanied the Germans for a walk, which was similar to traveling.

"Next, are we going to hold on here?" The Italian soldiers, who were naked, were helping the Germans distribute gasoline as they watched the soldiers enjoy the coolness of fresh water.

Further away, the German armored troops who were ready to go have replenished ammunition and gasoline, and have walked out of the shadow of failure.

Although this was an unplanned retreat, most of the German troops received the retreat order in advance, so they left calmly.

In addition to the armored reconnaissance troops behind the temple who lost some 4-wheeled armored vehicles and other equipment, Rommel maintained the core combat effectiveness of his African legion.

This includes more than 200 tanks that can be put into operation, and 40 brand new Staker tank destroyers ready to go.

With these tank destroyers, Rommel was very determined to place all the tanks in his hands that could be put into combat at the southernmost end of his defense line, and all this defense line was handed over to Italian infantry defense.

In Matru, there were 2,000 Italian infantry that had just been supported, which strengthened General Garibaldi's army and increased the Italian troops to 12,000.

The Italian troops unfolded in front have bought a rest for Rommel's 90th Infantry Division, which had just fled all the way, and they must stick to it until tomorrow morning.

"General! Have some water." Lieutenant General Alfred had just come from the water station, holding a kettle with water droplets hanging outside.

Rommel took the kettle, put it in his mouth and drank a few sips, with a faint smell of gasoline.

There are not many dedicated freshwater storage equipment in North Africa, and they end up using empty gasoline barrels to act as containers.

These gasoline barrels cannot be washed clean because they have been filled with gasoline. In fact, even if they can be washed clean, the soldiers will not waste precious water sources to clean these empty containers.

They would rather just use it like this until the next time the gasoline comes, the container is not enough, so they use these oil barrels and continue to load gasoline...

After all, this is a place with almost no women. It is very difficult to count on these big-headed soldiers to clean up their utensils.

"What should we do if the British retreat tonight?" Lieutenant General Alfred asked after seeing Rommel drink water.

"Retreat at night? No... I would rather consume Italian infantry and fight back at night to entangle the British." Rommel made up his mind and replied.

In fact, he had already studied the battle process tonight with Garibaldi: in fact, the Italian side will take on all the battle tonight.

They would try to counterattack the British army every once in a while and nail the other to the position.

"What if the British find it bad and retreat at all costs?" Lieutenant General Alfred looked at Rommel.

From Rommel's answer just now, he seemed to see the commander's thoughts, but he still wanted to confirm.

Sure enough, Rommel replied very simply: "If the British want to run away, they can only chase them in the dark and tangle them together and wait for dawn."

Lieutenant General Alfred now has nothing to do with prayer. Just as Rommel prays for the British to fight back before retreating, he is praying that the British will not retreat.

...

"What did you say? The Germans stopped at Zavierharon?" Cunningham looked at the news conveyed by the reconnaissance troops, with a look of confusion.

According to his analysis, the Germans should retreat to Matrude all the way, or even Matrude gives up.

But now, the German army stopped at Zavierharon, which made him a little worried about his army.

After all, the British army is chasing fast and slow, and now it is a long snake formation. In this state, it is no different from suicide.

At this moment, what Cunningham feared most was the Germans' desperate counterattack, otherwise his troops would be defeated.

But then he felt relieved, because even if the German army defeated his vanguard, there was not enough fuel to chase him.

He even thought optimistically that even if his army gave up a passage, the German army would no longer have fuel to drive to Alahman.

So, he took the investigation report and saw the investigation results submitted by several investigation teams, hoping to see some clues from these reports.

Sure enough, he soon saw a piece of news that he felt relieved: the collision between several reconnaissance teams was all Italian positions.

"The Germans left the Italians and retreated by themselves!" This was Cunningham's judgment at the beginning.

He then corrected his judgment: the Italians were working hard to organize defense, and the Germans should be behind them.

The reason why we stopped in Zavieharon, organized defense and no longer retreated is because here, the German offensive forces should have another counterattack!

In Cunningham's imagination, the Germans' pretentious troops attacking the Alahman must have brought the round-trip oil from Matru to Alahman.

In this case, if the German army retreated back to Matru, there would be no counterattack supplies, so the opponent went forward to defend at Zavierharon and could save some gasoline.

And these gasolines are the last trump card of Rommel's armored forces! After the pursuit between Alahman and Fukai, Cunningham has confirmed the fact that the German army lacks supplies.

As for the German planes above their heads, they didn't even send out interference, and it seemed that their fuel was very tight.

With this judgment, what Cunningham is most worried about now is that the German army will fight back at this time.

Only by counterattacking at this time can we play the greatest role of Germany's remaining oil and consume the British army to the greatest extent.

"Let the troops in front stop advancing! Establish a line of defense! Stabilize the position, and we will attack Matru during the day tomorrow!" Cunningham, who knew what he was most afraid of, issued an order to stop advancing.

As long as he persists for two hours and drags a straight line behind him, he will arrive one after another, and he will not be afraid of the German counterattack.

So he made the safest choice, not in a hurry to attack the Italian positions, but let the front-line troops start to deploy defenses on the spot.

For Cunningham, since the German army was expected to have a counterattack, there was no need to worry that the Germans would take the opportunity to escape.

It seems that Rommel still wants to pretend and use the remaining oil to keep Matru's small port as important as possible.

"You are still not as good as me after all! General Rommel!" Cunningham said to himself proudly in his car.

After all, the other party is inferior to him. In terms of strategic perspective, Matru, who he thinks is not important, is the useless thing that the other party wants to keep.

Facts proved that his vision was correct. He gave up on Martru and sought to live in death; while Rommel was guarding Martru and was about to be wiped out by him.

...

"What, let the tank troops fight back at this time? What a joke?" Lieutenant General Alfred frowned and looked at Rommel and asked in surprise.

At this time, shouldn’t we try every means to stabilize the British and let the British stay in place and wait for their counterattack tomorrow morning?

Now, it’s getting dark, and a snatch is not going to scare away the British?

If the other party really ran away overnight, wouldn’t it be a mistake? Lieutenant General Alfred wanted to ask this question, but he finally swallowed his words back.

However, Rommel did not let him feel bored for too long, and explained with a smile: "There was a big port behind us yesterday, who would have guessed?"

"The British dares to fight back because they do not know the changes behind us!" Rommel firmly analyzed: "There is only one opportunity. This time my limited counterattack is counting on my last oil."

"I only have this gasoline. If I don't fight back at this time, it's doubtful, right?" Finally, he asked with a smile.

In this way, Lieutenant General Alfred also felt that if everything was written in the most realistic script that they had no gasoline, the counterattack might be their only chance to fight back the British.

However, because of the oil limit, even if they win in this local counterattack, what can they do? Because there is no oil chase, they will still be defeated in the script.

"Anyway, the other party is very sure now. I am a general who likes to bluff." Rommel smiled and pointed to the tip of his nose: "I have no trump card in my hand, and the British are sure of this."

"There are all the acting sets, let the armored troops take revenge!" After waved his hand, Rommel issued an order to attack.

Not far behind him, the German armored troops who lost many tanks in the morning, and about 100 tanks began to start.

They want to take revenge and truly show their attack power, the powerful force that can be said to be destroyed!

"African Legion! Attack!" The German commander shouted loudly on the command tower of a No. 3 tank.
Chapter completed!